Today began as another good day for me physically. I was excited to get out on the road this morning. This is the point where cycling becomes a joy even with all of the challenges.

Speaking of challenges, winds were forecast to kick up at 10 am and rain at 6 pm.

I dashed off to Fort Pierce. Winds began to get fierce as 10 am approached.  I just kept peddling, shifting to lower gears as necessary.

Cyclists tend to notice all sorts of clues about what the wind is doing such as the direction that flags and landscaping flags are blowing or the way debris is blowing across the freeway (or into my face!). This American flag told me what I already knew: I was cycling directly against the wind:

For the first time on this trip, I observed that my heart rate was trending much lower while cycling. And my cadence (pedal revolutions per minute) was trending higher. This means that I was getting fitter: able to go faster and farther with less exertion. My bike computer displays a recovery time at the end of each day’s ride.  That time was also trending much lower.

Cycling into the wind, I didn’t experience what is referred to as a second wind. That’s where I achieve an unexpected burst of energy and power and associated emotional high well into a ride. But today I had plenty of strength and power to spare.

Google maps tried to route me through Dickinson State Park. As I approached the entrance gate, two rangers asked me about my destination. They informed me that I was headed to a dead end after about five miles.  I thanked them profusely for saving me from needlessly cycling 10 miles.

As I entered Monroe County, I experienced miles of low rolling hills. I was able to power through them with relative ease.

While remaining vigilant, I couldn’t help but chronicle the debris I saw in the road medians: cooler tops, shredded tires, road kill, nails and bolts of all sizes, and lots of sand and rocks. I dodged as much as I could.

I continued to enjoy the wildlife: cranes, turtles, cranes, and a few iguanas.

As I passed through one town, I observed a gentleman on a 3-wheeled adult bicycle. He must have been in his mid-80s. He peddled steadily and had a look of resolve on his face.  I wondered whether that could be me in 10-15 years time. Hope so!

When I crossed the Loxahatchee River in Jupiter, FL, I saw Jupiter Lighthouse in the distance:

I also noticed the line of dark clouds well to the north of me, an indication of changing weather.  I arrived in Fort Pierce in advance of the expected rain.  My hotel was nice enough but it was located in what can best be described as a city dead zone–everything around it was shuttered except for a Mexican restaurant next door.  That place served great food at a great price!

I spent time reviewing the weather forecast, especially the expected cold front.  And I booked a hotel in Melbourne for the following day.

Tally for the day: 48 miles